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Updated: May 24, 2025
"'Let Martial marry you; promise both of you to live an honest life, and this place, which causes you so much envy, I am almost sure to obtain for you on leaving the prison, was her answer." "A gamekeeper's place for me?" "Yes, for you." "But you are right-it is a dream.
As he walked along the wood-path, this peer of France, this statesman, wept as young men weep; he wept his last tears. All human feelings were so cruelly hurt by one stroke that the usually calm man staggered through his park like a wounded deer. When Moreau arrived at the gamekeeper's lodge and asked for his horse, the keeper's wife replied: "Monsieur le comte has just taken it."
"Entering the graveyard with the gamekeeper's daughter, I began as usual to read the inscriptions. After a little while the girl said to me, 'Come, I will show you something very beautiful. It is the grave of an old man, who has neither tombstone nor epitaph, but it has been ornamented with taste and beauty by the tender piety of his daughter.
Roy lived in a cottage standing by itself, a little beyond Clay Lane, but not so far off as the gamekeeper's. On the morning when the bells had rung out to the surprise and vexation of Lionel Roy happened to be at home. Roy never grudged himself holiday when it could be devoted to the benefit of his wife.
Not a sign of life was about the place; the very birds had fled. Angus had been there that same morning, and had locked or nailed up every possible entrance: the place looked like a ruin of centuries. With difficulty they got down into the gulf, with more difficulty crossed the burn, clambered up the rocky bank on the opposite side, and knocked at the door of the gamekeeper's cottage.
"Don't you?" said she, coming a step closer, and changing her imprecatory cry for a whisper which made the gamekeeper's lad, following Mr. Gisborne, creep all over.
He led the way along a tangled path, doubled back, plunged into a little spinney and came suddenly to a small shed. "This is an ancient gamekeeper's shelter," he explained, "built a long time ago and almost forgotten now. What Craig did, without a doubt, was to hide in this. The Scotland Yard man who took the affair in hand found distinct traces here of recent occupation.
Its depth did not admit of any chamber, for it was an inner wall; and, according to the gamekeeper's statement, he had already tested it years ago, and found it solid masonry. "If I went forward or backward, then the sounds were lost to me," Gabrielle explained, much puzzled. "Ay. That's juist what they a' said," remarked the keeper, with an apprehensive look upon his face.
"I've told her we must wait a bit," said Frank, "and that I'll write again in a few weeks." Jack was silent. "And you think it's fair on her?" he asked deliberately. Frank's face broke up into humor. "That's for her to say," he observed. "And, to tell the truth, I'm not at all afraid." "But a gamekeeper's wife! And you a Catholic!" "Ah! you don't know Jenny," smiled Frank.
A singular case of mistaken identity came under my notice during the trial of a serious charge of wounding with intent to do grievous bodily harm. Five men were charged, and the evidence showed that a most brutal mutilation of a gamekeeper's hand had been inflicted. The men were notorious poachers, and were engaged in a poaching expedition when the crime was committed.
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